Lyrics:
our home was blessed
When daddy'd say mama sing a song
Sister left home first I guess then Bob and Tommy and Dan
By then dad's hair was turning grey
heart, how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight
While the huskiers, round in a ring
Howled out their woes to the homeless
against those who fight against mi
ABC cool out
I don't give a damn I don't give a fuck a your bad luck
Yuh fi get up and a body yuh waan
I don't
nezastaví
Chci ať vzpomínky sou prožitý
Ne že sem chodil kolem
Chci každej omyl zažít
A pak ho zastavit v tom čase
Pustím starý songy nahlas
Joe Tex Bob Seger
hardcore
Leavin' frauds on the outside
But the bad thing is anyone can ride the train
And the reason
For that is 'cause we look the same
Lookin' all
I took her out, it was a Friday night
I wore cologne to get the feeling right
We started making out and she took off my pants
But then I turned
Bow! Bow!
I came through the door with the raw Martin Margiela superstar status
Everything stellar, with some bad bitches and some ex-drugs sellers
(Hah)
Napíš o tom článok a môžeš ma aj citovať
Že som neni rapper, ale vyjebaná ikona (Ooh, prr)
Buď to máš alebo ne
Nedá sa to naučiť, neviem čo mi je
Step by step, strielam na stred
Daylight cez a cez night flex
Balling Benz, rolling gas, grass all in bed, cash
Zajtra je zajtra, žijeme dnes
Step by
Got a nigga wantin' it so bad I'm 'bout to pass out
Wanna dig you and I can't even lie about it
Baby, just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out
Raz dva, ty ukazuješ svoje telo,
Tri štyry, sex by to chcelo, doplnil by som co tam krici ( yeeeea yeeeaa
Sedem osem, som v tom zase.
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet)
Steve vai
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
a čo
Dojdite pred môj dom
Skurvené divadloStále sme výklenok aj keď nejsme v ulici
Boli by sme radi keby si šiel do piči
Pusti túto sračku aj tej
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in
by bol iný
Ale ja chcem len ten bad ass tvoj
Dupni na plyn, dupni až na dno
Dal som do toho vela ale za málo
Moj flow znie jak žiara smaragdov
Keby
dnes ťa vozím ako taxikár
Pripútaj sa, naša cesta iba začína
Ukážem ti svet z inej strany ako väčšina
Unikát aj keď po stý krát
Plátno bez rámu - to je
BORN TO BOOGIE
WRITERS JASON ELGIN, TOM FULLER
I was born in a shack in West Tennessee
I picked that cotton down upon my knees
The sun got hotter
shit all night
Tell me, do you wanna roll the dice?
Only pull up if the price is right
Yeah, Bob Barker
Yeah, Bob Barker
Yeah, Bob Barker
Got a nigga wantin' it so bad I'm 'bout to pass out
Wanna dig you and I can't even lie about it
Baby, just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out
get some sleep tonight
I don't know what you are like
But I know that by the morning light
Bob Marley
Doing speedballs at McDonald's like Chris Farley
the mob, Bob Marley Marlin' all through the night
Addicted to wealth, never cold turkey to war
Snatch a tec off the shelf, live forever; that's Insh'Allah
*Taken from the album "The Vegetarians of Love"
*Written by Bob Geldof
at the sky
We see them stars flyin by
Chci s tebou prožít ještě víc , ty se mnou jenom tenhle night
Asi je to tak, už se nevidíme, aight
Mám tvůj snap
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